The rogue was back from his short excursion away from the lake in hopes of discovering more of what happened with the Lore and if there were any other souls around. Aleister did meet a few others during his scouting trip, however, he didn't discover anymore news on what could have possibly drove everyone away. Coyotes he was sure to be to blame, though he would of thought everyone would have banded together to get rid of the vermin. Apparently he thought too highly of them.

Having greeted Neha earlier, he set off by himself to go scout and reinforce their new borders. If the small band was going to make this work, they needed to make sure the borders were well enough marked and secure. He would rather avoid another incident like up in Vigils Keep when they were trespassed upon. These lands meant more to him than the Turtleback lake lands ever would, so he wasn't going to allow that to happen again under his nose. Trotting along the pebble littered shoreline, the dark agouti male headed for the treeline to start securing their borders even further just as the dawn sun started to make an appearance upon the valley.

Aleister was not the most demonstrative wolf in the world, but when the young lookalike called out to him, a soft smile tugged on his ebony lips. Not at all, he replied, his mistmatched gaze running over the younger male to make sure nothing was amiss. With the small band intending to live together for a long time, the rogue wanted to make sure he knew as much as he could about his further packmates. Though, he had to admit he hadn't set aside the time to just that. But, looks like now might be the time. How have you been, Chan?

Welcoming his shoulder bump with a low rubble in his chest, he let his banner sway happily behind him as they fell instep with one another. The Vuesain littermates had much in common with the Eastfall siblings. Where some may question a possible rivalry with each having a paw in the pot for rightful heir of the Lake, Aleister felt it brought the band closer in spite of it. They each had the same intentions, make their parents proud.

 Unfortunately, nothing useful aside from these lands being mostly deserted still. He replied with a soft sigh, wishing he had real answers as to why nobody was around anymore. Even the stronger packs seemed to have left without a trace. I did meet a few other loners along the way, but nothing too notable. The ebony cloaked woman did linger on his mind however. So, when did you take your first trip away from the Lore? The rogue asked, wondering if his thoughts were true that they were more similar than appearances.

Sharing the same sentiment, though the disappointment couldn't keep them from trying to find the answer. Whether or not they would find it was a mystery. Instead, each of them needed to keep looking forward to the future ahead. Though, it wouldnt hurt to look out for the possible dangers of the past.

His gaze lingering upon the younger man's face while he answered, his words confirming his suspicions. Because, I had a feeling you and I are more similar than we first thought, he answered, a soft tug on his lips when he glanced back at his companion. Wanderlust had been apart of me since birth and never truly left me. I've traveled to so many places and met so many different wolves. But, I... I had missed so much here, he went on to explain with a grimace washing over his features. I missed too much because of it. I remember my mother and father's face when I first came back. I thought for sure my father was going to tear into me for leaving and being gone for so long. But they welcomed me back with so much love. I repaid them with leaving again. Eventually, the guilt caught up and I couldn't face them again for the fact I knew I failed them as a son. Harboring the guilt led to so many sleepless nights and pained days, he couldn't imagine feeling that again. I found my sister on accident, which made me realize how much I truly fucked up. And I made a vow to her that I would never abandon her side. I realize now how much I needed her to guide me and how much she needed me. No matter how much it pulls at you, the wanderlust, never let it make you leave your brother all alone. Will you promise me that?

The rogue didnt mean for the...word vomit per say, but he wanted to try to pass on some wisdom to the younger man who may share his same wandering traits. Not that the boy had to take any of his words to heart. He surely wasn't his father and Chan could make his own decisions. The guilt that riddled him for years, he just wanted to try to not let it happen to a nice kid like him. What he took from the conversation was up to him.

I wasn't there to learn from my parents. I wasn't there for my father when my mother first got sick and I wasn't there when my mother took her last breath. I was too late. He answered, his ears floating against his skull as his mismatched gaze looked off into the distance. I'd say I was every bit of a failure to them then.